A non-Sapphic middle grade short story...
I’d like to invite you to read “Goose Girl Continues” today. This short story was written for an anthology contest, which I didn’t win. After that, I published this short story in a different anthology, now it’s available for you.
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Goose Girl Continues
One crisp autumn evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, Curdken saddled up two white horses. One for himself and the other for a new lass to help tend to the King’s geese. With the princess now a Queen, she had no time to bother with simple tasks such as goose-watching like he had.
When the door to the barn opened, Curdken expected to see Lila, the Queen’s new waiting-maid. Instead of being alone, the Queen walked beside her, just as regal as ever with waving locks of hair; all of pure silver.
With a bow and tip of his hat, which he then pressed to his head, he said, “Good evening, Your Majesty.”
“Oh, nonsense Curdken. Just because I married the young King doesn’t mean I want you, of all people, to call me Your Majesty. Now, I hear you two are out for a ride? Off to see the geese?”
“Yes, Your — uh, ma’am,” Curdken said while Lila giggled at his confusion in what to call the once-known Goose Girl.
“Well, let’s fetch Falada and I will join you on this evening’s adventure.”
Curdken shuffled to the edge of the barn where he then returned with the beloved Falada, head and all. “Thou art as fair as the night,” Falada spoke as she came from the stable.
With all three horses groomed and saddled, the three of them journeyed to the beautiful royal meadow for a delightful evening.
They sat along the river’s bed underneath the silver moonlight until a churning layer of fog drifted along the bank. The geese swam away from it, flapping their wings in agitation as if they sensed an ominous presence within the mist. Their eyes followed invisible entities which led them further from down the river.
“Maybe we should go,” Curdken said as he rose to his feet. Lived all of his life in this land, he possessed a deep knowledge of the kingdom’s lore.
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